School. Yay.

The dictionary's definition for school ~ An institution for educating children.

My, along with most of today's youth, definition for school ~ A torture chamber that adults make the youth go through simply for their own amusement.

 I understand that we need to learn stuff and what not, but seriously? We go to school nine out of the twelve months and for five of the seven days. Who divided this stuff up?! -_-

Since I've already started on my rant, let's keep on going. 

Tests. Who loves them as much as I do?! Yeah, didn't think so. Horrid things. Knowing you failed a test is hard enough, but then having the teacher go over it after you get finished with it? Just wrong. And kind of depressing.

How about that great moment when you embarrass yourself in front of the entire class? There are multiple, multiple ways of doing so, but this has always been one of my favorites.

Since school is torture, we enjoy the little free time that we get. There is nothing like the feeling of watching the teacher walk out of the room and leaving the class unsupervised. Sure, we're good for the most part, but still, nothing beats that little spark of excitement that leaves us feeling like this.

 End rant.

 Well, as fun as that was, I must be off to do other things. See you guys next time!

Sibling Rivalry

Hello again. I've been sitting here for the past hour trying to come up with something to talk about, which hasn't been working out so well. So, I decided to go off Madeline's idea from her last blog. Instead of writing about a younger sibling though, I decided to write about an older one. Ladies and gents, I am almost pleased to introduce you to my one and only brother, Hunter Christian Paige Diskin (he usually leaves Paige out of his name, but I always like using it just to annoy him.)

Odd picture choice, yes I know, but the majority of his pictures are stupid and this was the best I could get. Anyways, there is so much stuff I could say about him, but I'll try to keep it short. He's amazingly good at art, he's hilarious (most of the time), he has such a big heart, and he always keeps his head up when things are looking down, and I love him for all that. For the most part, we've always gotten along pretty well, as well as siblings can of course. Things haven't always been smooth for us though. But hey, no sibling relationships ever are. The one subject I'm gonna touch on is our fighting though. We don't fight often, but when we do, it's an all out war. Of course we get in trouble by our parents, but they just don't understand.

I always assumed that with my superior intellect, I would have the upper hand in war. It was true, to an extent, but on those occasions that our fights would turn melee, I was, simply put, screwed. No amount of brain power was going to save me then. I'm no weakling, but there's just no comparison between his strength and mine. And considering the majority of our fights ended up hand-to-hand, I lost most of them. In the end, the outcomes sadly ended up looking like this, or this is how I usually saw them at least.

(I, of course, being the penguin that is walking, in case that wasn't already painfully obvious.)

Even through our fights, he's one of my best friends and we would pretty much do anything for each other. I feel weird actually saying nice things about him for once...oh well. This blog is finished. See you guys next time!

Bowling Fun

Asian bowling level = Epic

Now, you may be wondering how watching an Asian bowl is going to be relevant to this blog. Let me tell you why. My birthday party was last Friday, and we went bowling! Ah, bowling. An American past time. It's pretty much one of those sports where you either hate it or you love it. I, for one, love it (at least when I'm doing well at it.) I, along with four of my dearly loved friends, headed up to Seaford Bowling Lanes to attempt to do what the person in the above video is doing. Maybe not all the flipping, but at least the knocking down of the pins part.

Oh, yeah. You want to know a secret? We all stink at bowling. One of us, not mentioning any names *cough*MEGHAN*cough*, even had to use one of those child bowling ramps that do all the work for you. It looked something like this.

Remember how I told you that we all stink at bowling? Yeah, well, imagine our reactions when one of us got a strike.

That sums it up nicely. All in all, it was a fantastic night, and I think everyone had a good time, which is all that matters to me. And for the cherry on top of that awesome night, I finally turned 17! Just one more year until adulthood!

 See you guys on the next blog!

A Year of Opportunities

      Well. I still don't exactly know what this blog is going to be about. But! I figure since this is still a new year (kind of), I can write about that. So! Does anyone have any resolutions? Oh? You want to know about my resolutions first? Well, tough luck. I don't have any. I actually use to be into the whole "Finally! A new year! I promise I'll accomplish more than I did last year!" stuff. After a couple of years of everything being the same though, I sort of quit all the resolution promises. This is pretty much how it's been.

     Yep, that's my year so far, but how's yours going? I'm honestly curious about what kind of resolutions people have. Maybe it's to make more friends, or to get rid of some unwanted ones. Or maybe it's just as simple as getting better grades in school or something. Big or small, our resolutions are still important to our own selves.  Don't want to share your resolutions? That's perfectly fine. Want to share your resolutions with the world (or at least some of your fellow inmates- *cough*- I mean, friends from school)? Then please, feel free to comment.

     Now that that is finished with, I'm tired. See you guys on the next blog. Happy 2013!